Your skin is cold, but the sun shines within your holdYour hair is gold, but you see through a goldfish bowlI feel old, sick and tiredWe walk the streets, gently staring, wondering what to doThe sun in sheets, pouring down those streets to eyes green and blueAnd a ship with eight sails could come round the bendOr a herd of bulls chargin stop lights redI'd be blindChorus:You broke my heart Danny BoyNot your fault Danny BoyI was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a foursetHad like poor Job in the bible by GodDay comes I wake, I wake with a hard heartacheI go down to your place